With a shift of thought, Andrew opened his right hand. A tiny spark of lightning flickered to life in his palm, crackling and dancing like a tiny red sprite that refused to stay still.

Othniel stepped forward, his expression a mix of shock and complicated emotion. He stared at Andrew for a long moment before murmuring, "That's the original power of our Arcturus, the Primal Thunder. I never imagined it would choose you, Mr. Lloyd."

Tobiah also walked up to Andrew, his aged face trembling as he